What's Wrong, My Lady?

Mistblade looked over at Maple Syrup not far away. "Did Maple Cang tell you that a Fogtail Moon Fox stole a World Graveyard from her store? I know who that Fogtail is now!"

Maple Syrup glanced at her. "Who?"

Mistblade smiled brightly. "Dark City Apache's alchemy apprentice, Nivalis's owner, High Tower climber, holder of orange-red wings, the one who cast that curse just now, and a new player in The Game of Gods — BS-Rita."

Maple Syrup was taken aback for a moment by the list of titles, then raised an eyebrow. "…Are you guys familiar with each other?"

Mistblade's smile grew even wider. "Not at all. So when your daughter comes crying to you saying I bullied her, just remember to look for BS-Rita."

Maple Syrup stared at Mistblade for a few seconds, sensing that Mistblade wasn't being completely truthful. She grinned even more widely. "That's my fourth daughter. If I don't look for her, I'll look for you."

Mistblade: "…"